Criss Cross
Criss cross
Of Shoelaces
Hair styles
And patterns
6th grade was simple
Simple lives
Simple times
Simple choices
Cliques and baseless critiques
The crossing of paths and fates
And the creation of opportunities
With people or animals
Snails or snakes
Criss cross
Of knots
Clasped hands
And the trails of tears
7th grade was when things started
Friendships
Relationships
All speeding in the water
Leaving only foam and broken hearts behind.
When the mood goes gray
And the clouds runs white
Like a canvas in the sky
Awaiting to be painted
What are you?
What are you really?
But a canvas to be painted in a
Criss-Cross
8th grade
Thank god
So close,
Yet so far,
Ill miss you all
The heartache is nothing
Compared to the memories
Thank you.
A/N: This was my actual Graduation Speech.
(6.3.2018)
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